The Dangers of Obsessive Love

"Doctor Victoria Stanton performing the autopsy of Octavia May Lawson on the 29th of April 2023. Miss Lawson was twenty years of age, 5'2 and weighed 93kgs. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, a full round face and a total of three possible causes of death. Lawson appears to have suffered physical and s****l trauma in the weeks leading up to her death, with lesions on her left shoulder blade and her right calf. Blunt force trauma at the base of the skull is one possible cause of death. Upon further inspection of Lawson's stomach contents, it appears that she was force fed a full roast dinner, several pieces of plastic cutlery and silica gel packets. This is another possible cause. An examination of her vaginal cavity revealed severe cervical and vaginal wall tearing, as well as a tampon that had been compacted deep into the canal. Another possible cause of death can be noted as Toxic Shock Syndrome, as the tampon seems to have been inside her v****a for at least two menstrual cycles." Victoria stops her tape recorder with a sigh, taking off her surgical mask and removing her gloves. This poor girl was only twenty, she had her life ahead of her for crying out loud. Octavia's hair was only a shade darker than Victoria's, and her piercing blue eyes, even dulled with death, were only a shade brighter. She looked like the previous two that she had opened up and examined. Yet another young, blonde, blue-eyed woman was found in the Wirraberra forest, in the exact place where the girl before was found. This had been going on for the past year and the police were no closer to finding who was kidnapping, torturing and murdering these young women. Octavia was slightly different from the other two though. When she disappeared two months ago, she had weighed 72kgs, which meant that the killer would have forced her to gain 21 kilos in just two months. Why? Victoria wasn't sure, but she had a feeling that it had something to do with her or someone who looked a lot like her. Victoria was 5'2, 95 kilos with blue eyes and blonde hair. Her body was an hourglass shape with large breasts, a narrow waist and large hips and thighs. Usually that would be an amazing trait to have, but as she liked to put it, she was 'Jessica Rabbiting' and it hurt her back to no end. She had a pudgy belly, of course, she wasn't skinny by any means, but her waist bowed in despite this, probably due to her fluctuating weight when she was a teen. Either way, her appearance attracted many suitors, many for her looks, some for her brains, but mostly just wanting some s****l relief. 'Love, huh?' she thought to herself. 'Love is just an excuse that people use to f**k one another.' Victoria was a cynic when it came to love. Being used for nothing but s*x and being cheated on had been enough to destroy her passion. "Ah Vicky! There you are, have you finished the autopsy?" A voice asked, shaking her out of her reverie. A tall man in a suit, peppery beard and wrinkles around his blue eyes stepped into the room. "Mr. Erikson, how many times must I tell you not to barge into the autopsy theater? And it's VICTORIA, not Vicky." Victoria hissed at him. He was another nuisance trying to get into her pants, using his money as a means of courtship. He was a slimy lawyer, currently working on the defense of a man who had beat his wife and newborn half to death. His eyes slowly raked up and down her appearance, making Victoria want to scrub herself with a pad of sandpaper. His disgusting grin basically told her what he was thinking, he had that look that others had before they tried to kiss her or grab her breasts. "What do you want, Erikson? I'm very busy." Victoria said, not bothering to hide the annoyance from her voice. "Please, call me Jack. I just wanted to see if you were free tonight. I want to take you to the Strathmore for dinner. You could get anything you want." Victoria shuddered at the thought of being indebted to this creep. "I'm fine, I have plans. I need to go to the Port Pirie police department and go over the results with the lead detective." Victoria began packing away the autopsy tools into the sanitation machine, hoping that he would take the hint. "Oh come on now, you know you would be much happier with me tonight" Jack said as he came up behind Victoria. Wrapping his arms around her so she couldn't move, he began grinding his p***s against her ass. His breath smelled of beer and bitter cigarettes. Without another word, Victoria snapped her head back into Jack's, making a crunching sound as she broke his nose. Jack stumbled back, covering his now bleeding nose with his hands. "Arrg! You f*****g b***h! Stop leading me on, I can't believe you broke my nose! I'll have your job for that!" His voice came out as a warble, tears streaming down his face, as his cheeks turned bright red. "You would do no such thing. You do realize that there are cameras everywhere in this place, and all of them have audio. So if you even attempt to lay an assault charge on me, I have the proof to show that you had entrapped me with intent to sexually harass me. Now, if you don't mind, LEAVE!" Victoria was seething, her past trauma was surfacing due to this incident and she could hardly control her anger. "FINE! f**k, I do something nice for you, but no. You're a self-righteous b***h. You f*****g slut!" Jack stormed off, leaving blood drops in his wake. Shakily, Victoria moved to the door and shut it, locking it to make sure he couldn't barge back in again. She pulled out her phone and made a call to the security guard, to make sure that the slimy asshole actually leaves. After some reassurance from the very lovely, very big man at the other end of the phone, she walked out to her car, planning to drive all the way to Port Pire, a three-hour drive away, to meet Detective Jesse Fraiser.